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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.