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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.