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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Shoche,
a-ha,
The Index,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.