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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.