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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.