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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.