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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Smog,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.