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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.