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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.