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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Index,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.