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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.