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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.