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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
JFA,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.