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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.