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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.