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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.