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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.