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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.