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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.