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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.