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 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.