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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.