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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.