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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.