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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.