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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.