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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Residents,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.