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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.