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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.