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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.