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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.