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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Slave,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.