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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.