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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.