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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Roxy Music 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.