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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Nas,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.