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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.