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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Main Source to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
CMW,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.