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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.