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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.