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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.