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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.