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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Skaos 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Monks,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.