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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.