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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.