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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.