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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.