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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Last Poets,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.