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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.