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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.