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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Index,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.