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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.