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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.