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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Television,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.