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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
UT,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.