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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.