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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.