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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.