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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Franke,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.