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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Rekid 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
cv313,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.