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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.