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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.