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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.