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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.