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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.