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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.