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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.