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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.