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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Television,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.