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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.