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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.