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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.