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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.