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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.