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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Pole,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.