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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.