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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.