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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.