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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Mars,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.