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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.