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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Invisible,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.