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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.