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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.