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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Names,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.