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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.