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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.