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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
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Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.