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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Faust,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.