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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.