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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.