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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.