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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.