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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.