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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.