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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.