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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.