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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.