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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.