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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.