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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.