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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.