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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.