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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.