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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.