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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.