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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.