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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.