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 Ghana and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.