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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.