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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.