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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.