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 France and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.