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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
The Associates,
DNA,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.