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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.