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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Inner City,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.