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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.