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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.