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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Suicide,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.