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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.