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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.