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 Portugal and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.