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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Television,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.