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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.