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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.