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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.