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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Can,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.