Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Can,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.