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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.