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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.