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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.