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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.