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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.