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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.