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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.