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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Urselle 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 techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.