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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.