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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.