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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.