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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.