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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.