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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.