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 Turkey and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Monks,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.