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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Josef K,
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.