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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Nas,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.