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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.