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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.