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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Inner City,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.