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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.