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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.