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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.