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 Jordan and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.