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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Nas,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.