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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.