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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.