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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Television,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.