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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
AZ,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.