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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
the Association,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.