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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Hashim,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.