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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.