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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.