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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.