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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.