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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.