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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.