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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.