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 South Africa and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Index,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.