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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Japan,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.