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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Raincoats to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.