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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
cv313,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.