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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.