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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.