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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Wire,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.