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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.