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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.