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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.