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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.