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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.