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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.