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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Japan,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.