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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
CMW,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.