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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.