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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.