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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.