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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.