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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.