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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
AZ,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.