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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.