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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.