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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.