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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.