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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
June Days,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.