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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.