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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Nirvana,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.