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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Can,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.