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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.