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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Monolake,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.