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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.