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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.