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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.