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 Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.