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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 güiro 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.