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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
The Associates,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.