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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Magazine,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.