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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.