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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.