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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Can,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
ABC,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.