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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.