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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.