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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.