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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.