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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.