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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.