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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Can,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.