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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.