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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Smog,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.