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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.