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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Nico,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.