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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.