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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.