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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.