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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.