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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.