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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.