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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.