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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.