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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.