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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.