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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.