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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.