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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.