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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.