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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.