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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.