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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.