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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.