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 Denmark 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.