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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.