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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.