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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.