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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lalann 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 grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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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.