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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.