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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.