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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.