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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.