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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.