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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.