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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.