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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.