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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.