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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.