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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.