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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.