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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.