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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.