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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
The Index,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.