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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.