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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.