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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.