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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.