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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.