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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.