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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.