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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
10cc,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.