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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Wire,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.