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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Ronan,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.