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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.