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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.