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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.