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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Q65,
Whodini,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.