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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.