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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
the Normal,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.