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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.