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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.