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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.