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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.