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 Belarus and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.