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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Q65,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.