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 Senegal and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.