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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.