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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.