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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.