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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
June Days,
Scientists,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.