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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.