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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.