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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.