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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.