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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.