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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
New Order,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.