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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.