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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.