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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.