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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.