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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.