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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.