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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.