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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.