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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.