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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.