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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Martian,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.