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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Smog,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.