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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.