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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.