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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.