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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Organ,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.