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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.