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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.