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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.