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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.