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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.