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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.