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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.