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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Index,
Nico,
The Evens,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.