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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.