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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
DNA,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.