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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.