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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Pole,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.