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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.