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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.