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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Mars,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.