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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.