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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.