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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.