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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Moebius,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.