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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.