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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.