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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.