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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.