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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.