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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
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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.