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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.