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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Japan,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.