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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.