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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.