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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger 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 grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.