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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.