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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.