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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 organ 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.