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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.