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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.