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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.