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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.