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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.