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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.