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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.