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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Smog,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.