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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.