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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
DNA,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.