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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Nas,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.