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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Can,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Sandy B,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.