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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.