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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Ossler,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.