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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.