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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Monks,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.