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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.