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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.