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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.