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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.