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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.