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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.