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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.