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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.