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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.