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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Japan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.