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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.