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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.