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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.