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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.