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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.