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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Moebius,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.