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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.