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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.