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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.