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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.