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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Monks,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.