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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.