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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.