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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.