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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.