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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.