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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.