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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.