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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.