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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Faust,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.