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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.