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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.