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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.