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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.