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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.