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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Brick,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.