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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
JFA,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.