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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.