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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.