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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Visage to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Scion,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.