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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.