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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.