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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.