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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.