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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.