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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Japan,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.