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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.