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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat 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 rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
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Joey Negro,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.