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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Visage,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.