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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
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.