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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.