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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.