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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.