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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.