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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.