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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.