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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
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.