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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.