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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.