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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.