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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.