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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.