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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.