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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.