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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.