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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.