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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Nico,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.