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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.