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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.