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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.