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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Swans,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.