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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.