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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.