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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Pole,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.