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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.