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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.