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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.