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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.