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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.