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 Congo 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.