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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Martian,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.