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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
the Slits,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.