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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.