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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.