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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.