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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.