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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Moebius,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.