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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.