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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.