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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.