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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.