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 St Lucia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.