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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.