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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.