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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
a-ha,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.