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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.