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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.