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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.