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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Mars,
MC5,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.