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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Oblivians,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.