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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.