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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.