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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.