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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.