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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.