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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.