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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.