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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.