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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.