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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.