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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Invisible 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.