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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.