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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.