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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.