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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.