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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.