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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.