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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.