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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Index,
PIL,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.