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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Whodini,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.