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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls 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 dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.