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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.