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 States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.