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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.