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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.