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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Pole,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.