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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
the Association,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.