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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Slave,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.