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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.