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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.