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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.