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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.