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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.