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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Moebius,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.