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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry 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.