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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.