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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Swans,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.