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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Faust,
Franke,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.