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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
X-101,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.