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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
AZ,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.