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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.