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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.