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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.