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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Hashim to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.