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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.