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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.