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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.