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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
UT,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.