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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.