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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.