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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.