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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.