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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.