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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.