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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.