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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.