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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.