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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.