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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.